Frank awoke to darkness and an aching head, and for one blissful moment, he forgot what had happened, and how he had ended up here, wherever here was, but when he tried to bring his hands up to clasp his throbbing temples, he found them tied behind his back, and everything came rushing back: the break in, the strange men, the gunshot, then nothing.

Casting his eyes upward, Frank caught sight of the two men from earlier, both of them peering down at him with a worried expression on their faces, which seemed very out of place since they had been the ones to hurt him in the first place, but Frank had already decided that they were both sick in the head, so nothing they did would probably make any sense.

Frank noticed that they both seemed unharmed, which meant that his impromptu shot hadn't hit its target, but Frank was actually glad for that. As much as these men had wronged Frank, he wasn't sure how he would feel if he had killed someone, although he might not be in this situation now if he had managed to, but there was nothing he could do about that now.

"Where the fuck am I?" Frank groaned, because he couldn't see much, all he could ascertain was that he was outside, the damp grass that was pressing against his bare arms attested to that fact, but Frank didn't recognize his surroundings at all.

"A field, I'm not quite sure where, it doesn't matter," the one named Brendon spoke up, kneeling down beside Frank so he was level with Frank's eyes.

"Where is Gerard - is he okay?" Frank asked, his arms twisting violently as he tried to escape his bonds, the worry over his husband making him frantic and slightly sick.

"He's fine Frank - he's still asleep at home, I promise," Billie Joe stated in a soothing tone of voice.

"How can I believe you?" Frank whimpered, all of his fight from earlier draining out of his body when he realized there was absolutely nothing he could do to save himself from whatever fate these two had planned for him.

"You can't, but if you just hear us out, I swear that I will take you back to him." And even though Frank had no reason to trust these men, he was out of options at the moment, and he didn't think they were going to hurt him - not yet anyway, the lack of visible weapons gave him some hope of that.

"Okay - I am going to untie your hands now, but only if you don't run. It won't help anyway, there is no one around, and we will catch you." Billie Joe arched one eyebrow as he waited for Frank's response, which came in the form of a sullen nod.

Once the ropes binding Frank had fallen away, he rubbed his wrists softly, trying to alleviate the burning pain that had come from his thrashing about. Moving slowly, Frank regained his feet, peering suspiciously at the strange men who stood before him.

"First of all, we are so sorry for doing this to you, but we never meant to scare you," Brendon apologized, earning himself an obnoxious eye roll from Frank.

"Well you fucked that up royally - seriously, how the hell did you think that breaking into my house and then kidnapping me wasn't going to freak me out?" Frank scoffed, crossing his arms together to try and ward off the chill in the air.

"I know - I wasn't thinking, and I needed to talk to you as soon as possible, so I didn't have time to wait for a better opportunity, and you will understand everything soon," Brendon continued once Frank had finished speaking, and even though Frank was really pissed off at this guy, he sounded honest, urgent even, and Frank was really getting curious about what the hell he so desperately wanted to tell him.

"So spit it out, I'm listening, and the sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can take me back to my husband - right?"

"Yes...okay - so um, this is going to sound crazy, but just try and keep an open mind. First of all, do you remember either us at all, even a little bit - do our names seem familiar?" Brendon asked, which wasn't how Frank had expected him to start off, but whatever, this guy was fucking psycho, and if Frank wanted to get out of this alive, he would have to play along.

"Uh...no, I don't think so," Frank shrugged, because even though he did feel a tiny spark of something that might have been recognition when he first saw them, it had faded now, and no matter how hard he racked his brain, he couldn't recall ever meeting the two of them before in his life.

"Okay...well how about this, are you religious Frank?" Billie Joe cut in, and even though Frank was getting seriously confused by the route of these questions, he knew that trying to figure out the logic behind their words would be a waste of effort.

"Sort of, my parents are, and I believe in something, I'm just not sure what," Frank answered truthfully.

"Well - do you believe in angels?" Brendon continued, leaving Frank struggling with what to say.

"I - I don't know...maybe?" Before Gerard's near death, Frank most likely would have said no, but he couldn't deny that someone had saved Gerard that day, and it might have been an angel, no other explanation made sense.

"What would you say if I told you that Billie and I are angels?"

"I would say prove it," Frank chuckled, because even if angels did exist, there was no way these two assholes could claim that title.

"Billie, can you release your wings?" Brendon asked, and the black haired man stepped back with a nod, his eyes trained on Frank's face as he did so, which had an expression of cynicism plastered on it.

These men were obviously delusional, and even if they did truly believe they were angels, Frank didn't, and he doubted whatever they showed him would change his mind on the matter, but he would let them put on their little act.

But even though Frank was skeptical, he couldn't deny the sight that unfolded before his eyes, because glorious white appendages had spread from Billie Joe's back, the feathers fluttering in the air as they curved around his body protectively.

Frank gasped aloud, watching in a mixture of wonder and fear as Billie Joe spun around, allowing Frank to see the rips in his shirt where the wings had torn through, the pinions connecting to his shoulder blades seamlessly, and even though Frank's brain was screaming at him, saying this was a trick, or an illusion, he knew that these were real, and that this man somehow possessed wings.

And really, it wasn't too crazy once Fank took a moment to process what he was seeing, not considering everything that had been happening in the world lately, and if winged bat creatures could attack Tokyo, then why couldn't angels be walking amongst humans, even though why they had decided to break into Frank's house and bring him to this empty field had yet to be explained.

"Frank?" Billie Joe spoke up quietly, and it was only then that Frank realized he had been standing there with his mouth agape for a good five minutes.

"I - I don't understand...if you are angels, why are you here, and what do you want with me?" Frank stammered out, his heart beating painfully loud in his chest as he continued to gaze at Billie Joe's wings longingly, his mind imagining what it would be like to glide through the air on those magnificent appendages.

"This is where it gets confusing...but you just have to trust me, because you knew us once Frank, you were one of us before, and now...now we need you back," Brendon explained in a shaky voice, and even though Frank was much more inclined to listen to them now that they had provided viable proof to back up their claims, he was still caught off guard by this new information.

"What - are you saying I was an angel...that's crazy, not to mention fucking impossible," Frank gasped, his hands gesturing wildly as he spoke.

"It's not, and we can help you remember, but you have to agree to let us restore your memory, or else it will hurt...well, hurt more than it already will," Billie Joe sighed, his wings disappearing back into his body after he flexed them one more time.

"I can't remember something that didn't happen. You have got the wrong guy, I'm Frank Iero, and I'm human okay - I haven't died, so I can't be an angel...right?" Frank protested, his head spinning as he tried to comprehend the strange situation he was currently in.

"You are human now, but you have died Frank, you have actually lived three separate lives. Your first life ended quickly, a car accident at a young age which transformed you into an angel, but you chose to become human again when...something terrible happened," Brendon trailed off awkwardly, leaving Frank to wonder what he had been about to say, even though this all sounded like a bunch of bullshit.

"If that's true...why can't I recall any of that?"

"Because your memories were taken from you Frank, but we can give them back, and then this will all become clear to you," Brendon begged, his eyes pleading with Frank to agree to whatever he wanted to do to him, and if it got Frank back home to Gerard, he was up for almost anything.

"Why is it going to hurt?" Frank asked his final question, because even though he wanted to get this ordeal over with, he wouldn't be surprised if these guys wanted to cut into his brain or something like that, and wings or not, Frank wasn't ready to trust them completely just yet.

"Billie Joe will remove the barriers in your mind that prevent you from recalling your past, but not all of the memories are good, and having them come back all at once will be painful, but if you try and accept them instead of fight them, it will be over soon," Brendon assured him, but his face carried a worried cast, and Frank wasn't entirely convinced.

"Okay, so he just does some mental voodoo and I remember?"

"It's just a touch, he won't physically harm you, and once it's done, you are free to go home whenever you want," Brendon promised, and the thought of being back in Gerard's arms was enough to make Frank nod his head in agreement.

"Wait -" Frank called out when Billie Joe stepped closer to him, "you said the angels need me back...but you never said why."

"I will explain all of that once this process is finished, it will make more sense if I don't have to walk you through everything," Brendon promised.

"Okay, let's get this started then," Frank sighed, keeping his eyes fixed on Billie Joe as he approached him hesitantly, as if Frank was a wild animal that might bolt at any moment.

Once he was directly in front of Frank, Billie Joe lifted his hand, and Frank eyes widened as his index finger began to glow a light shade of blue, cementing Frank's belief that there was something otherworldly going on here, and these weren't simply two crazy men who were convinced that they were angels, although the sight of Billie Joe's wings had pretty much made Frank a believer already.

"Just close your eyes and let the memories flow through you, don't resist, and it will all be okay," Billie Joe murmured, the pad of his glowing digit pressing against Frank's forehead gently as he spoke.

So Frank did as he asked, and for a few brief moments, nothing happened, and Frank had to hold back a hysterical chuckle at his own stupidity, but then he felt something, a strange tingling in the back of his mind, and he could almost physically hear the supposed barrier cracking, crumbling down under the pressure of whatever Billie Joe was doing to him.

"Stay calm Frank." Billie Joe's voice seemed to come from a great distance, but Frank still heard him, and he did his best to loosen his tense muscles and let whatever was about to happen take effect.

"Ahh..." Frank hissed loudly as a bright wash of pain erupted in his skull, his eyes popping open to make sure that Billie Joe hadn't stabbed him in the temple while he had been unaware, but Billie Joe wasn't even near him anymore, both supposed angels were standing a few feet away, gazing at Frank with fear in their eyes.

"Frank...keep your eyes closed, please - it will help," Billie Joe spoke up, and before Frank had a chance to answer, another rush of agony flowed through him, and he was forced to squeeze his eyelids shut again, as if that would keep the pain contained somehow.

"It hurts - fuck, make it stop," Frank pleaded, his knees given out under the next wave of pain, his body falling to the dew covered grass in an awkward heap.

"Push through it Frank, look for the memories, let them come back," Brendon called out.

And yes - now Frank was starting to see things: a younger version of himself with different parents, a girl...no - a girlfriend named Jamia, dreams of a band, college, then a crash, blood pouring down his head, then nothing.

The scene shifted suddenly, and then Frank was in Heaven, at least, that's where he assumed he was. Frank was surrounded by winged beings who were striding down grand hallways, and his own back sported glorious appendages, and then Frank was flying - not in a plane, but on his own, his wings pumping powerfully behind him as he took to the skies eagerly.

More visions flashed by, and even though Frank could hear himself screaming in agony, he was lost in the memories that had been obscured from him for so long, and the pain he was feeling was dulled by the act of remembrance. The strangers hadn't been lying, Frank was an angel, in fact - they weren't strangers at all now.

When Gerard's face popped into his head, Frank gasped aloud, because it was Gerard, but it wasn't; he had long red hair, not to mention black wings, and then Frank remembered, Gerard was a demon, a demon Frank had tried to kill but had somehow fallen in love with along the way.

The timeline continued to move forward, and Frank wanted to weep as he experienced his and Gerard's first kiss, their first 'I love you's', their first everything, and now Frank understood why he had always felt so connected to Gerard, because they had a past, they had fallen in love before, and even though they were human now, their love hadn't been broken by their change in race.

But then his memories began to take a darker turn, a war between Heaven and Hell took place, Gerard was kidnapped, and fuck - it hurt, even though Frank knew Gerard was safe at home in their bed. Frank felt the terror and helplessness he had experienced back then, and even though he tried to separate himself from the emotions his old persona was feeling, Frank found himself lost in the past.

Frank's body convulsed wildly as the flood of memories slowed slightly, a battle scene now playing in Frank's mind, and it seemed somehow more familiar than all the rest, as if Frank had seen this before. The pain flowing throughout his body increased with each passing second, and even though Frank wanted to remember, something inside of him didn't want to see this.

Frank gasped in pain and despair as the memory changed to finding Gerard, his body broken and bruised by Lucifer's cruelty, and even though they ran, they couldn't escape the King of Hell, and Frank's pathetic attempts at fighting his way out of the situation failed miserably, leaving Frank with a broken wing and Gerard with a knife pressed against his throat.

And even though Frank knew this couldn't be the end, because he obviously wasn't dead, and Gerard wasn't either, it sure as hell seemed like it was. His heart was breaking as he tried to wrack his brain for any way to escape the hand fate had dealt them, but it was a memory, and nothing Frank did would change it.

Then it happened, and Lucifer slit Gerard's throat. Both the Frank in the past and the current Frank cried out loudly; the identical screams of anguish splitting the air with their intensity, the fiery agony that had been plaguing Frank the entire time rising to an unbearable level. It was too much, Frank couldn't take this, it hurt - it hurt so fucking bad - oh god...

"Gerard!" Frank yelled, his hands flying up to clutch at his hair in an attempt to drag the horrendous memory out of his brain; it wasn't working though, nothing was, and Frank was forced to relive Gerard's funeral, the nights spent weeping alone, everything.

"Help me," Frank begged, reaching out for Billie Joe, or Brendon, anyone really. As long as they could stop this torment, Frank didn't give a fuck who they were.

Bile rose in Frank's throat, and he found himself vomiting noisily, tears streaming down his face as the memories kept going, but Frank couldn't focus on them anymore, he kept replaying Gerard's death in his mind. It was on an endless repeat, and Frank wasn't sure if the pain he felt was mental or physical, but either way, Frank was convinced that whatever this was would kill him soon.

"Just hang in there Frank, you're almost there," someone said, maybe Brendon, but Frank couldn't tell who, and it didn't matter, because despite what they said, Frank was sure that this torment he was enduring was never ending, and he would die before the memories finally released their hold on him.

"I - I can't..." Frank whimpered, his arms collapsing weakly underneath him, the pictures assaulting his brain growing grainy and fuzzy, and then finally, it was over, and Frank gave in to the oblivion of unconsciousness, Gerard's still face the last image he saw before everything went dark.

This is the third book I have updated within twenty-four hours, I am on a roll now.

So yeah - Frank remembers his past now, and this story is finally getting interesting (I hope).

This chapter is dedicated to FallOutFrerard because they always leave tons of comments on all of my works, and that makes me really happy.

I hope you guys enjoyed this, and I will try not to take two weeks on the next update, but no promises.

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